So you/they're going to make me suffer. with your cameras watching me put in pw for computer, making it not work until someone else puts it in etc. As far as this modeling thing, wouldnt be surprised people do some odd photos etc of me then making me pass out and forget. This is what I can "the winner syndrome". (implanted that idea too). good job. i'm proud. ON THE OTHER HAND, I COULD HAVE CIGS MAILED TO ME TOMORROW. BUT ILL KEEP AWAY FROM SMOKING FOR A WHILE LONGER...IN THE NAME OF THE ORIENTAL MAN WHO GAVE ME ONE CIG TODAY AFTER I WAS DONE WITH MY EXERCISE WALK. Oh yeh, I was reading but terminal illness n shit today. what i got is A JOKE. aortic stenosis mind you my weight class unless..."they" kill me i got a while. ofcourse car that said "flushing" on it on back of car...gee golly all in all who knows who had it there. prolly my faggot ass father, with his new found of power enforcing any fear on me. fucking garden snake, youll die a rotten piece of shit too. as you've been your whole life. Suffering more or less identifies romanticism. but LET ME TELL YOU , to the extent that I've done it...can only being so romantic when it coincides with the words "Born alone die alone".